Billionaire Untamed - Tate(38)

“I need you,” Lara moaned. Her hands gripped the sheets as her back arched in pleasure. “Fuck me, Tate.”

“Believe me, baby, I plan on it. Eventually,” he answered gutturally. His mouth moved in sensual licks, nips, and erotic kisses to her abdomen. “Right now I just want to brand you as mine.”

His tone was ravenous and greedy, as though he couldn’t get enough of touching her. Those words from any other man might have been almost scary. But not from Tate. Never from Tate. He was protective and thoughtful, possessive and vulnerable, rough and heartbreakingly tender. Bossiness was second nature to him, and she understood that. She’d gladly hand him control so she didn’t have to think for a while. She trusted him, she understood him, and that made all the difference in the way she reacted to his words.

She breathed a sigh of relief as he finally parted her thighs, his heated breath so close to her sex that it made her shiver in anticipation.#p#分页标题#e#

“You’re killing me.” She moaned his earlier words intentionally.

He took her hands and placed them on her breasts. “Pleasure yourself, baby.”

All thoughts of modesty were gone, replaced by her body’s cry for stimulation. She cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples ruthlessly to try to make the aching need throbbing inside her subside.

“You look beautiful like this,” Tate growled. “So needy for me. So ready for me to satisfy you.”

“Yes. Do it, dammit. I need you.” Her body was coiled tightly, her desperation for Tate out of control.

“Time to revive you,” he told her fiercely, but with a touch of humor that he sent similar words that she had said to him right back at her.

Lara’s ass lifted at the first touch of Tate’s mouth. He delved through her folds and into her pussy just like he did everything: totally focused, wild, and completely relentless. His sensual assault was erotic and carnal: his lips, teeth, tongue and nose completely buried in her pussy as he pushed her legs apart even farther to give him deeper access. His tongue rolled from bottom to top on her tender, pink flesh over and over again. He brushed the tiny bundle of nerves with every pass of his tongue, and her body ached to climax.

“Oh. God.” She had never felt anything as raw and hot as Tate’s mouth between her thighs; his lustful groan of enjoyment vibrated against her clit. She abandoned her breasts and fisted his short hair. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted. Her entire body reacted to what he was doing to her; her channel clenched painfully.

He flicked his tongue over her sensitive, engorged bud and focused on her clit as he pushed two fingers into her channel, finally filling her. She clamped down on his fingers as he curled them around her g-spot, massaged it, and then retreated to enter her again and again.

Her back arched and her head thrashed on the pillow as Tate continued to tease her clit in the same rhythm as he moved his fingers in and out of her slick sheath. “Tate, I can’t take it. I can’t.” The pleasure was so volatile that she felt as if she was ready to shatter.

She squeaked as he moved his other hand beneath her ass, teasing a finger between the cheeks of her ass. She was so wet that her juices easily coated the finger that he used to tease her anus, and eased the tip of it into the tight opening.

He was testing her limits, and Lara comprehended that—in the tiny corner of her mind that could still function. He teased and probed, never ceasing the motion of his tongue and the fingers that fucked her mercilessly. Every sensation Tate created was new and intense, and she had no boundaries with him. Everything he did to her had her ready to explode.

The tension in her body snapped. The coil in her belly unwound as her body pulsated violently. “Tate!” she screamed up toward the ceiling. His name turned into a long moan of pleasure as she had a climax like she’d never experienced before. She held onto his hair as her channel clenched tightly around his fingers. Spasms rocked her body as she arched her neck and rode the waves of her orgasm.

She panted through the remaining ripples of pleasure as Tate lapped at her climax and grunted in satisfaction against her pussy. His hands slid up her body. Both of them now coated with perspiration, they seemed to melt and sizzle into each other from the heat of their flesh.

Claiming her mouth the second he came up over her again, Tate kissed her roughly, and then tenderly. Lara tasted herself on his lips. She wound her arms around his back, relishing the feel of his hard, hot, demanding body on top of hers.

His cock entered her before his lips even left hers, and he buried himself to the root inside her.#p#分页标题#e#